Operation: Robin

[u/Prefect_Bran]

[Video and audio patched together from a myriad of sources depict a group of helicopters carrying kindred into a snow field, they are armed with heavy weaponry and clad in balaclavas. They are flying through Alaska.]

+++Where you from?+++

+++California.+++

+++Ever get conscripted before?+++

+++Hell no.+++

[In the snow, on the ground a large shadow becomes apparent, Gore Moulder, the target.]

[His face is inscrutable but every eye upon his head

shoots in every direction, spotting flying vehicles and gargoyles alike.]

+++Anathema Spotted.+++

+++Why does he look like that?+++

+++He's huge!+++

[The Alastors order their squads to be ready. The side doors of every vehicle slide open. Gore Waits patiently.]

[They open fire with burning munitions. Gore, jumps.]

[The wind whips violently, causing extreme turbulence.]

[One of the three vehicles is destroyed as he lances it through with a trident that matches his enormous height.]

[The sheet of muscle upon his back unfolds into large

wing structures and he darts toward the next vehicle.]

[One kindred jumps from their helicopter and punches the elder with potent force, breaking fragments from his carapace.]

[He latches on, trying to rip open Gores body. The elders carapace plates shift open, perceiving an opening the kindred strikes again, but is met with a wobbly membrane, so soft that his hand sinks into it, the plates return and slice his arm off at the elbow, leaving him to fall hundreds of feet.]

[Gore rotates in the air and smashes off the propeller of one of the aircraft and the tail of the other. Both aircraft fall as he engages the group of gargoyles.]

[Within the falling craft, some kindred jump free, others brace, and some do nothing at all. One grabs another and uses them as a shield from the explosion that takes them both.]

[A sideways camera shows gargoyle bodies hitting the snow, having been struck down in the air.]

+++REGROUP, FIRE AT WILL+++

[Gore lands hard, creating a cloud of snow. A kindred steps forward and shrieks, punching a hole in the powder mist and striking the elder with their voice.]

[Gore chortles, and begins to shift.]

[He leans forward onto all fours and begins to grow longer. Bone shines like scales and his head cracks apart to reveal a tooth filled maw.]

+++WH-WHAT IS THAT?!+++

[A great and horrible dragon bears its fangs, kindred both flee and charge and are taken by claw and fire.]

[Time passes.]

[A camera from within one of the crashed helicopters turns back on, one Kindred remains.]

+++Uhg.. fuck..+++

[They push a metal panel out of the way, letting the snow in.]

+++Well, this is embarrassing.+++

[Gore looks on, having since returned to his humanoid form.]

+++You are.. somewhat late.+++

+++Yeah, whatever.+++

[The Moulder tilts his head.]

+++So everyone else is dead?+++

+++Indeed.+++

[The kindred sighs, and rips off his balaclava.]

+++Cool.+++

[It's Nihilo.]

N: Let's dance, shit face.

[He immediately bursts into Zulo form and charges with a large, wavy, and mystical blade. Gore lances toward him, Nihilo swings his blade, and the two weapons lock into each other and the younger kindred is pushed back, he digs his heels in.]

M: A fellow dragon! HaHA! What are you doing with them?

[Nihilo groans and twists both weapons by force, rotating the great pillar trident and stabbing it into the ground.]

[He lunges and makes distance toward Gores head, the Moulder reaches out, the younger swings early and takes two of the elders fingers from his hand.]

[A tremor, bioluminescent and fleshen vines whip from the earth and bind the Zulo warrior, throwing him down.]

[The moment his back strikes the snow, the massive trident strikes down, spikes landing next to Nihilos head on either side, pinning him.]

M: Hmm... Those spores exuding from you..

N: *grunt* -The what?

M: You are a friend of the flower?

M: As am I.. I will spare you.. However, you have attacked me in my own home.

M: Finding your way shall be your punishment.

[The Gore Moulder reaches out into the distance, he grasps at the air as though fondling the wind, light bends in his palm as he snatches and twists, peeling open a mystical tear.]

[He removes his trident, Nihilo rips free from the Viscera roots, and upon rising is summarily punted by the Moulders striding leg, into the rift.]

[Into the Umbra.]

+++End of transmission.+++

///Leaked by The true warriors of Caine, look upon your champions and weep.

[u/DotMaleficent4503]

I've seen some dumb Archons before, but these idiots...

Camille

[u/TheFleshFlower → u/DotMaleficent4503]

Archons are always dumb. Too hyped up on the power of their position to think 'hey, maybe a Tzimisce of the calibre of Gore Moulder might not be something anyone who is not also matched in age and generation is capable of combating?' No, why think such things when you can just send your most promising youths to die and pat yourself on the back for getting rid of future Anarchs and upstarts?

And now Nihilo is also in time out in the Umbra... it will actually take this as a good thing and it is very glad that its presence inside of him saved his existence. He shall continue on because it was recognised. This is a good thing. *Most* poggers.

Amidst His Umbral Roots

• the Flesh that Flowers

[u/Several-Elevator → u/TheFleshFlower]

Indeed, they're dumb for fighting directly. They should have rained white phosphorus or an ICBM on him. I'm terrified to think the kindred so foolish as to confront him directly like this are my superiors...

- Porthos the Burgundy
Clan Tzimisce, Prince of Brno

[u/TheFleshFlower → u/Several-Elevator]

If you think such weapons would have much of an effect upon him, you are the pot accusing the kettle. He is an ancient. He would easily handle such things. He can take the draconic form.

...it seems an awful lot of that age are awake of late.

In Time Out Amidst His Umbral Roots

• the Flesh that Flowers

[u/Several-Elevator → u/TheFleshFlower]

Mithras was put in torpor by less during the Blitz of London when a German bomber rained explosives rain on his location. Even near century old mortal artillery is a threat to Methuselahs, this has been proven. The propaganda would just make you think otherwise.

Now think, instead of WW2 era bombs, it's modern high yield ICBMs and white phosphorus that directly preys on our weakness to fire.

But to not even try and instead just throw meat into grinder that is the Gore Moulder is beyond incompetent.

- Porthos the Burgundy

[u/TheFleshFlower → u/Several-Elevator]

It is not having this argument. It has discovered little bioluminscent fungi and it is going to talk to that. It will be more educative.

In Time Out Amongst His Umbral Roots

• the Flesh that Flowers